Mind Frame

His ex’s became mine. Each entering my mind frame more than his…I’m sure.
I could tell myself every day that I do not care but my mind frame argues otherwise.
The insecurity wrestles my tongue for every syllable’s pronunciation as I’m trying to find my way around it.
Frame my mind to what matter, what works.
I could tell myself every day he loves me, building speeches of trust with each positive conversation…syllable rebuttal.
What really matters, what works?
Mind frame after love has choked my senses, as his ex’s became mine…I’m sure.

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